I do not own Harry potter. I'm not JK Rowling.
Beyond Crush
She is a Granger. And a good one, too.
I live off her love like food and water. My world revolves around her. She is my everything. She is my soul.
So I am slowly dying. Because she does not love me.
She loves Weasley.
I am not as I seem. I am not my father. My father is a Muggle-loathing snob, who kills people for a living Willingly!
I never ASKED to join the Dark Lord and his deatheaters. To me, they're the type of people who should be called Mudbloods.
The day I called her a mudblood. I have never forgiven myself for that day.
I try to give her signals, little tweaks in my words to try and show my love to her. Like when I am bragging about my wand, for example, I always make sure I mention the unicorn hair core, which her Russia-sized brain must know that means I have a pure heart.
But it dosen't. She just gives me a stern glare and skips off after Weasley and Potter.
Weasley dosen't love her for who she is. He loves her for her gorgeous hair, her smartness, her amazing eyes...
I do not see her as an average house-wife, I see her as a grand-high princess, the fairest maiden in the land.
So why does she let me die?
Before you ask, no I do not hate the Ron/Hermione pairing. I just like Draco/Hermione better.
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